“What shall I call you?” Miss D’Alloi put her head on one side, and looked at Peter out of the corners of her eyes.
“You must decide that, Miss D’Alloi.”
“I suppose I must. I—think—I—shall—call—you—Peter.” She spoke hesitatingly till she said his name, but that went very smoothly. Peter on the spot fell in love with the five letters as she pronounced them.
“Plain Peter?” inquired Watts.
“Now what will you call me?”
“Miss D’Alloi,” said Peter.
“No. You—are—to—call—me—call—me—”
“Miss D’Alloi,” re-affirmed Peter.
“Then I will call you Mr. Stirling, Peter.”
“No, you won’t.”